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Adreaven could feel his muscles pulling and pushing in his legs as he ran. The big brown wolf liked the feeling. To him, this was one of the pleasures in life. A gift;to feel the body working with, or without you. To feel the muscles in action and springing to life. Slowing down the slightest, Adreaven swivled his head around slowly and felt the muscles and tendons mix with the feeling of his running legs. He loved to push his body, to feel the pain. At least, like an ache or cramp. If his was punished, he`d have a hard time not snapping at the punisher. If he was attacked... A 50/50 chance you`re dead. Adreaven sighed and looked foward.

For the past months, Adreaven`s head had been unusually quite, but now, his wolf wouldn`t seem to shut up. What so fasinating about your body? The voice sneered. Adreaven growled lowly, Like you`d care! He snapped. The wolf just snorted a laugh. Annoyed now, Adreaven sped up and turned sharply to the left. The wolf was annoying as he was an stuck-up. He always had to comment or criticize. It ground on Adreaven`s nerves. And right now, he was treading on thin ice.

A thought popped into Adreaven`s head and he barked a laugh. The wolf was annoying, but oddly sensitive... And Adreaven knew the right things to say to shut his mouth. They had a similar personality, and the wolf was just as sensitive about past as he was. Weird, Adreaven thought, Being you love to kill. For a change, the wolf was quite. Adreaven sighed and kept up the pace, listening in his head for anything. Nothing. It was absolutely quite except for the thumping of his paws.

Adreaven suddenly slowed down to a trot as a scent crossed his nose. He looked around, but saw nothing. He came to a full stop and sniffed the air. And was faintly surprised. It was wereling scent, faint, but noticable. Adreaven looked around again and still saw nothing. His shoulder twitched and he had a feeling there was someone nearby. Adreaven let out a loud bark and perked his ears to listen for any kind of reply.

The dagger clutched between her teeth was misted in the humid heat of her panting breath as she launched herself from one branch to the next. Like a panther she stalked the tree with a unnerving grace, as if she were born a part of the plan itself. The dagger was removed from her mouth and, with a flick of her wrist, sunk into the target nearly ten yards away. Within the Alphess’ wereling body there were no limitations, and she trained herself to the very edge of her own willpower. Her body dripped perspiration as she leapt from one towering foliage to another, landing in a crouch upon her intended place. Her eyes were wide and focused on the slightest details, the chrome-like hues glowing within the dark the forest provided. At that point she was more wolf than she was human; her claws and fangs were both extended as far as they could reach. The wind caught her crimson hair and blew it over her shoulder as a scent laced her nostrils and she continued to weave off the ground. Eventually she would spot him and she would fall out of the tree to land in the snowy wolf she claimed her own. It had been a while since she used this body and yet it felt like coming home. She felt her body tense and stretch in the power she knew she possessed, walking on silent paws towards the newcomer who had nearly invaded her borders. Once she was near enough her mind opened to his, her demands echoing throughout her skull as they should be to his. “Who are you and why do you come into my lands, Vagabond?”

Shortly after her words were spoken she arrived to stare the male down, her dominance practically shining through her pale form. She did not know if his near invasion was an accident or a call for war, either way she would dispatch of him if his reasoning was an ill will. Normally she would take kindly to newcomers and even give off a friendly aura, but invaders were not the same. This was her pack and her law of protection was placed upon it.

Adreaven shook his head slightly and snorted. The smell was somehow getting stronger, making the nagging sense of someone's presence nearby intensify. He lowered his head and a low and sharp whine escaped his throat. He pawed at the ground nervously and his eyes kept darting in all directions for some sign of someone or something. Still nothing. Adreaven`s anxiety spiked and his tongue snaked out and snapped back in his mouth. He even tasted the scent. The wolf laughed at this behavior like a drunken sailor. He, however, found nothing amusing about this situation. Adreaven hated to feel vulnerable, and he definitely was. He snorted again and a whine echoed off the trees.

Adreaven`s fur bristled, but not from anger or rage, but simply an unwanted and familiar feeling of fear. His paws twitched and pawed at the ground nervously over and over again. His lowered head jerked and his body lowered to to where his stomach touched the ground. His eyes still darting everywhere, Adreaven wrapped his tail around his body and his ears flattened against his head. His head jerked to the left and his head pulsed with the sensation of someone watching him. He whirled around to see the feminine figure of a pale white wolf.

As her voice burst into his head, Adreaven actually felt relieved it was another wereling, given her tone of voice. He reveled in the feeling of another voice besides the wolf's, who snorted at this. He realized he hadn't answered the question for quite some time while in his thoughts. Mentally kicking himself, Adreaven took a few steps back and dipped his head to the fae, "My name is Adreaven Helis VeLude, and I am sorry if I am trespassing on your land. I did not mean any disrespect" He replied.

As Adreaven waited for her reply, he wondered how he could have missed the signs of others. The stronger scent. The possible tree markings. Or bears, but he didn`t know, he hadn't been here long. Adreaven mentally kicked himself again and his eyes focused on the ground at his paws. He didn`t feel like looking this fae in the eyes, who was obviously the alphess. He cound see it in her strong and confident aura and the fire in her eyes. Plus, the "My lands," part in her question gave it away. Adreaven suppressed a sigh and kept staring at the ground.